Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze You are foundation, firmly planted in dirt They've broken their necks, now they're sleeping in graves They've broken their necks, still they feel compelled To look up, look out and return to ground A sky scraper is ambition And sweet victory is the sweetest poison Under the brickwork lies a structure of hurt And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel They shoot up, shoot out, and return to ground And the vision is concrete And this city's become overgrown with weeds And it doesn't matter how you play the game It's what game you play Pulling up weeds has been pulling on you But your head is a cloud Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools They're feeding on you